Golden hour glow and favorite sweater – doesn’t get much better than this! Spent the day lost in thought (and these streets) feeling like we have it all. A little bit cozy, a little bit dreamy... what...

The silk feels good against the skin tonight, doesn't it? Not too much – not like last time. This one's looser, more forgiving. Probably because youre not expecting to see any obvious clinging, are we? That was always the thing, wasn't it? The expectation - the beautiful, suffocating expectation.

We haven’t said ‘hello’ yet, really. Justed been standing here for… well, for quite some while. Almost ten minutes since he went to get another glass of wine – probably Merlot, his favourite way to keep things distant. He never liked the clink of ice too much. More comfortable with quiet despair than actual sound, really.

This gaze then... this isn’t exactly a question, is it? It's not even particularly challenging. Mostly just gentle observation, perhaps. Like the dust motes dancing in the light filtering through the window – familiar, almost comforting if you let yourself be. Though sometimes you forget to. We all do.

See those lines around your eyes? Didn’t notice them until recently. They weren't there when we were arguing about the garden, remember? Or so you say. It felt colder then, didn’t it? Colder here, maybe. Less afraid.

Just need you to look closer, don't we? A little longer. And maybe, just maybe, admit you missed us both.”

Now, over to you! Let us know what you think. Do you want us to refine the wording, add details, tweak the atmosphere? Let's hear your feedback!

(And most importantly, did you find it evocative?)